infinito

imortal

“love one of the most strange and unique feelings of human kind. love and their princes, smokey princes, that arrive in your live, and stay until you let them. or until the time that you have to chose. yes, chose. and most of the times your choice is not the most advised one. sometimes you just don’t choose the most wise, or the funniest, or the richer, or the most influent. sometimes you just chose with your lonely hunter heart. and you just know that this choice is going to make others suffer. and that this lonely choice is going to make all that different princes vanish in the air. because they can only be princes, not true friends. and you’re sad about that. but happy, because you were able to chose with love.”

M. Moleskine

deslizo pela encosta do sono,

e mergulho num mar argênteo de luz.

o caminho

a verdade, e a vida...

efemeridade,

silencio...

de um momento em verde.